Betrayed
An attendant accompanied us to the Captain’s room. We’d not been sent for before.
“Probably wants to thank us for doing such a fucking good job.” said Niall grinned. “For making him so rich.”
“For doing such a good job fucking,” I sniggered back.
Outside the attendant knocked, a voice barked from inside.
“You first,” the attendant said. I pulled a face at Niall. He winked back. “Best fuck-arse going,” I taunted him.”.
The pirate Captain was stood looking out of the window, his back to me. Deferential, I entered, I’d not been here since my test with that girl. I’d had her a couple of times since then. The memory of that event seemed so far back, how much had changed since then. Respectful I approached his table. And waited. But even then I couldn’t help sucking in my ripped gut, pumping up my hard-packed chest. When he did turn round, he’d get an eyeful of what was making his coffers chink.
“Got anything to say for yourself?”, he asked without turning around. “Anything to confess?”
I felt a chill go down my spine. Confess? The tone of voice was harsh. He hadn’t even turned around to face me. That tone. His cold indifference. I gulped, a knot in my gut tightened. This was no meeting to praise our efforts. A customer had complained? The Captain turned around. His eyes were ablaze. Fury written on his face.
“On your knees. ON.YOUR.FUCKING.KNEES. NOW!”
He bellowed. I didn’t ask, I didn’t hesitate. I dropped to my knees.
“Hands behind your head. NOW!”
The way we’d had to do on his ship when first snatched. Like a prisoner. I snapped to it. Worried. Fury burned in his eyes.
“Who’s been talking?”
I frowned up at him.
“Gone talking to the imam. About converting?”
SHIT! The Captain had approached me. His giant hand struck me across the face. The force upended me, crumpled me to the floor. He kicked me hard in the side with his boot.
“Planning a change of job, are we? Not like the life? Being my stud not to your liking?”
He was shouting at the top of his voice. Bent down over me, his infuriated snarl filled my eyes. His hand dug into my hair, the grip twisted pain out of my scalp. I cried out as he used his grip to haul me to my feet. Still half bent-over, he dragged me stumbling across the room. He slung me at the table, banging my hips into the side. Angrily his hand bashed my face into the tabletop. Shocked, my head burst with lights.
The grip of his huge mauler on the back of my neck was murderously tight. Furious he rubbed my head against the wood, holding me down, bent at the waist, chest crushed to the table. His other fist smashed into my backbone. I yelled against the wood.
I could have tried to fight him off, I suppose. I wouldn’t have given myself much hope of success. But maybe my pride should have given it a bash. But then ….? What then ….? Truth was, the guy had me trembling bent over the table. Heart pounding.
“You out there,” above me I heard him roar to Niall. “You, the other fucking one. Get your stinking arse in here.”
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